The weight of Yamato fitting against his side once more was more comforting than anything Kakashi could think to name, and he reverted back to resting his head atop the brunette one on his shoulder, a slow breath leaving his lungs to be replaced with a wash of relief. Talking about his problems was proving itself more and more as a good thing, and Kakashi almost caught himself wondering why he didn't do it more often - before he realised what a silly question that would be.

Not even the mention of food could bring Kakashi out of his comfortable reverie.

"Hm, food? No, not me.." he muttered, wrapping his other arm around Yamato in a strange half-hug, soaking up the contact like he was starved of it.